Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.